Having an epilogue of thoughts,
minded with tempest,
on the aisle of broken boulevard,
I stand,
yet to be shattered,
battered yes,
to extent my limit
cannot hold,
at end,
I lament to God.
minded with tempest,
on the aisle of broken boulevard,
I stand,
yet to be shattered,
battered yes,
to extent my limit
cannot hold,
at end,
I lament to God.
I'm back with a piece of monologue/poem I wrote sometime early this year. I always tell people that you should always write with heart never with your keyboard/pen/pencil. Let yourself free from constraint of the rigidness of the so-called writing format. Life is always at its peek when you let yourself go.
p/s: If you need a heed of some real-life bites, hope on the bus and take a ride to my blog: Dreams are made on Cotton Candy, Sweet yet fragile.
10 comments:
hehehe lovely poem..nice to know u hehe
sweet poem...but write with heart still use finger and keyboard to write something..hehehe..
itu mcm perumpamaan cipta sendiri la tu KB haha.
but anyway, rayyan, i got ur point :) nice touch of elaboration.
Kumbang Jingga: Thanks!
K: haha...of coz.. :P
Fina: aites? wink2..hehe
salam kenal KB. sweet je poem tu
i had a problem once when writing from the heart.. my heart chose the wrong side of an argument. so now i write from the heart, with young mr.experience at his side
Kata kila: heyya! thanks! :D
kusut: haha...experience is always the best teacher!
nice to meet u rayyan haries;-)
humbleyat: u too! :)
nice. ur english sgt2 bagos.
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